If writing makes me happy, why do I not write any more? 

I used to write daily, and then it became a chore. 

Life is always moving, fast and speeding.

It’s the slowness that I’m craving.


The breaths of air in between the talks.

The smiles of my babies.

The laughs of them too.

There never was such a peace,

than when I’m here with you. 


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